The Futurist (Paperback)

By James P. Othmer

Anchor, 9780307275141, 272pp.

Publication Date: June 12, 2007

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Compact Disc (6/15/2006)
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Yates is a Futurist.Which is a fancy way of saying he flies around the world, lecturing various conferences, confabs, and conglomerates, dispensing prepackaged bullshit in an attempt to stay just ahead of the latest trend and claim he saw it first. But now Yates has lost faith in the very future that he’s paid to sell and gives what should be a career-ending rant. Instead, a mysterious governmental group hires him to travel the globe and discover why the world seems to hate America. From Middle Eastern war zones to Polynesian superluxe corporate retreats, James Othmer takes us on a mordantly hilarious journey through corporate double-speak and global unrest to find the truth beneath the buzz.

About the Author

James P. Othmer is an Executive Creative Director at advertising giant Young & Rubicam. His short story, The Futurist, which is an excerpt from this novel, appeared in The Virgin Quarterly Review and was a finalist for the National Magazine Award in Fiction. He lives in upstate New York with his wife and children.

Praise For The Futurist

“Pushes right up to the edge of satire but never over it. The Futurist is at turns glib, trenchant, cynical, heartfelt, daffy, and harrowing – often on the same page.”—Entertainment Weekly “Superbly cynical. . . . A book so blackly accurate it can predict tomorrow’s headlines. . . . Othmer has a wild comic touch.” —The Village Voice“A funny, thoughtful satire of corporate life, mass media and political manipulation. . . .You’re laughing, and then you’re feeling deeply unsettled about the state of the world.”—The Washington Post Book World“A tour de force. Othmer’s cultural riffing is a true joy, and his caustic humor is a devilish delight. Like The Corrections, this novel bristles with heady contemporary concepts, yet you can polish it off on an overnight flight.”—L.A. Weekly